North Dakota State University Poem

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*North Dakota State University*

Listen to the Herd.
Thundering through many rivers; bolting through the green of autumn.
Bison graze the plains, feeding off the bountiful colors of spring.
They tread these yellow fields with a boast of fecundity locked inside their horns.
Bison are composed mammals that step even-toed through the prairies with the width of summertime peace. Bison are creatures of peace.
Though they are not afraid to mete out their mountainous strength.
At North Dakota State, our Bison find peace in the hush of The Babbling Brook.
And we derive our strength through one another.
The most important thing about our Bison:
Is that we travel in herds…
And we are about to ram the Fargodome
With Yellow and Green Energy.
The Thundering Herd has penetrated the field
And this arena holds a penetrating feel.
::RUMBLE::
::RUMBLE::
::RUMBLE::
The Bison are about to strike.
&
After all the rumbling of the crowd,
The Roar is heard from The Thundering Herd.

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University of Nebraska Poem

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*Nebraska Cornhuskers*

There is no place like Dear Old Nebraska U.
Earning awards in research and humanities,
We carry
Big Ideas
Big Potential
Big Impact…
And with 26 national championships from five different sports…
Yeah,
We’re kind of a big deal.

Go Big Red.

***

There is no place like Dear Old Nebraska U,
Where hours before kickoff, we greet the team at the bus;
To rally for our players and part the Sea is a must—
The Huskers are coming through.
This pep is to prep the Huskers for battle,
Every Game Day we meet our team at the ‘shoe;
Cheerleaders, The Band, and all Supporters:
Clap!
The Huskers are coming through.
All the way from Vine Street to the Memorial Tunnel,
Where there are visions of our illustrious tracts,
In track, bowling, and gymnastics—our many championships are tacked;
And in women’s volleyball—where after scores,
We Huddle.
There are visions of greatness in the Cornhusker chambers,
Bolted in the annuls of the Nebraska Coliseum,
Forever the Mecca of the Volleyball Mausoleum,
In our sold-out crowds we were a family of strangers.
Though we moved—we still stand as the best fans in women’s sports
With support these Lady Huskers richly deserve,
They fight to the last point with every dive and serve,
An example for competitors in all other sports.
Nebraska is the best example of dedicated fanhood,
In Volleyball and right here in Memorial Stadium,
Selling out every game—we are the Medium
Between this tunnel and mystic glory understood.

“Through these gates pass the greatest fans in college football.”

The electric static is felt on the Big Red Carpet,
The anticipation in the atmosphere is wild and reaching,
Players reach and tap the horseshoe beneath the screeching—
In a tangible energy only Nebraskans can transmit.
The team takes the field with the Pride of All Nebraska,
And march to the tune of these deafening screams,
Hail Varsity! The theme everyone sings,
When the end zone rings, “Touchdown Nebraska!”
Red Balloons fill the sky as the fans celebrate
Another score along with Herbie and Lil’ Red,
Any constituent can see from this faithful Sea of Red:

That this is a Red State.

We are the Only & Original Sea of Red,
Before monochromatic audiences became a trend,
Like the Blackshirts we record-break, but don’t bend,
Behold and Revere the Power of Red.
The Huskers aren’t just football; it’s a Family Tradition:
The Pelinis, The Steinkuhlers, The Ruuds—to name a few,
We don’t tip hats to legends—we all raise a shoe,
And when a Nebraskan clan welcomes a new addition…

His or Her first words will be,
“Go Red!”

“He’s alllll the way home! Holy Moly!!! Man, woman and child—did that put them in the aisles! Johnny ‘the Jet’ Rodgers just tore ’em loose from their shoes!”

“Holy Cow! Touchdown Tommie Frazier!!!”

Tradition and honor is in our bloodline beside our lineage,
Five national titles and the best team in college history:
The Huskers of ’95—the juggernaut that made history,
Opposing teams were history before they took the line of scrimmage.
We went to war like the troops of Vietnam,
The Devaney Defense and the Osborne Army,
The Blackshirt Attack that was vicious and swarming,
For the teams of the ’90s, and the memories:
Thanks, Tom.

“Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice.”

Wearing red in Nebraska is not a choice,
It’s Our Voice.
Day by day, like the Huskers,
We Get Better.
And our unparalleled support:

Is Our Thank-You Letter.

For inspiring us to excel in the classroom,
And in the grazing fields of beyond,
You helped instill an ethic of integrity…
And hard work that helps us abscond.
Tom taught us that
“Increases over time, outpace reductions”
So we’ll double-time to keep ahead of this junction.

And when 7-year-old Jack Hoffman ran 69 yards to touchdown fame,
Making a spring contest the most meaningful seconds of the year,
The proof of our creed could be found in his parents’ tears:

Nebraska Football is More Than a Game.

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University of Nebraska Kearney Poem

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*UNK*

There’s blue in the Trails and Rails,
As well
As the Museum of Nebraska Art,
There’s blue on the Kearney
Country Club rugs,
&
The Meadowlark Hills
Golf Course carts.

Blue moves through
Great Platte Archway,
As well as Apollo and Harmon Park,
Blue over sandhills and the Hilltop Mall,
Real Boys in Blue—not Paul Blart.

There’s blue in our
breweries, lounges, and cafés,
There’s even blue in district courts
that comes from Nebraska;
There’s blue moving out from within our school—
Throughout the town of
Kearney, Nebraska.

Have you ever wanted to spread your colors?
Seen on every sidewalk and person—
To a man?
Then come to Kearney, Nebraska,
Because at UNK,
You can.

When you make it up to Downtown Kearney,
And you are ready to paint the town blue,
Make sure you deliver a message from the school:
Tell them that
Louie sent you.

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I Want You To Be Happy

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*I Want You to be Happy*

I know everybody says this—
But I really Do want you to be happy.
I figure we can only
End up with one anyway…
So why should the others
Have to pay?
It didn’t work out between us,
But I’ll meet her,
And you’ll meet him.
So what’s the sense in wishing ill-will,
When we both will get our fill?

And even if I am false—
Even if only I don’t find someone…
That makes these words even truer.

I wouldn’t wish this on Anyone.

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Rainbow Bride

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*Rainbow Bride*

Most Grooms would Love
A
Bride in White…
But most cannot
Give that Gift.
So Grooms settle for a few botches
And red left-breast stains.
It no longer matters.
A new beginning calls for
White…Right?
I know I certainly would love a bride
Worthy of White…
Not just physically but spiritually…
but I guess physically is all we can really ask for…
But how many really
Get that Gift?
So…since that gift is so far out of reach…
And there will be color regardless…
Well,
Then…
I see nothing wrong with choosing a Rainbow—
Even if They color her a “Ho.”

You can’t try to bleach colors,
It just won’t come out right…
You can rearrange and try to match…
But it just won’t come out white.
2 shades darker or 200…
White just isn’t White…
Sometimes light colors try to pass as white,
or think they are close enough…
But white just isn’t white:
Close just isn’t enough.
Instead of picking a light,
A grey or a pink shade…
He went and got a Rainbow—
I still say he’s got it made — although They think
otherwise.

And even if they don’t last or workout…
Sometimes even white doesn’t come out the other end
The way you thought it would.

I said, “He’s a lucky guy…”
They say, “She’s a Ho, not a Housewife…”
He’ll have Great Sex for a
Long, Long Time:
The next best thing to a Bride in White.

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Promiscuous Birth

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*Promiscuous Birth*
Only on this
Flawed Earth:
The more people you love,
The more people breed hate

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Use My Imagination

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*Use My Imagination*

You looked a lot better
before I saw All of you…
Please continue this fantasy,
I can wait to come to.

You sounded much better—
Before I heard all your tracks,
Some songs are better unheard,
I wish you had took That One back.

Time stood still,
Frozen in a daze,
But I bolted on out
When you told me your age.

Superstar you Are,
I admire your Charm,
The tabloids don’t hurt You,
It’s My Image they Harm.

No, no — Don’t tell me your past,
I don’t want this Perception
To be My Last.

Some people always ask:
“How did they do that?”
I just applaud the Magic,
And skip the chat.

My vision of you
Is Larger than Life,
Don’t bring me back down
from this Cloudy Height.

The Imagination can roam free of All Boundaries…
All it Takes:
Is just a Few Limits.

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The Great Diversion

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The Funniest Joke Never Told

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The Funniest Joke Never Told

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*The Funniest Joke Never Told*

It Was the Funniest Joke Ever Uttered…
It wasn’t on a TV Screen…
Not on an elevated stage…
There were no hosted seats,
No airway to be played.
The guy was pure genius,
The delivery was sharp and quick,
The funniest part was the content—
Though only his targets were meant to Get It.
It was drop dead hilarious.
I wish you could have
Heard It.
I wish I could have heard it—
Said it…

It Was the Funniest Joke Ever Told.
Only two others heard it…
But they were too busy engaging each other—
To even bother to notice.

The second funniest joke ever told
Was in an intimate clique,
They called it a “Private Party,”
We’ve all been to one like it.
One joke was the funniest of all—
It stayed between those walls —
It was forgotten by sunrise —
Meant only for nightfall.

The third funniest joke ever told
Was at the family table,
The punch line was full of love—
A lot of us wouldn’t get it.
‘Twas one rambunctious time,
With the youngest’s silliest line,
The table Always has laughter,
But none quite like this time.
The fourth funniest joke ever told
Was between a happy couple,
Up long on the phone,
His jokes continued to double.
One was the funniest of all,
It was the funniest
He ever said,
The line must have eavesdropped…
Soon after it had dropped dead.

Def Jam, Circa ’93—
Had the fifth funniest ever told,
Now That One was televised,
But I forgot the episode.

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